[It's impossible to stop shaking, even with Dualscar's grip around him. Old scars are beginning to ache, and he knows that it's only a tiny, insignificant representation of waits for him.]
[And he won't have anyone else to whisper to him and tell him things will be alright.]
[His claws are digging into his clothes and tearing at them, leaving scratches and shallow cuts on the skin beneath. He needs to hold onto something, himself, or else he'll break apart, he just knows it.]
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[And he won't have anyone else to whisper to him and tell him things will be alright.]
[His claws are digging into his clothes and tearing at them, leaving scratches and shallow cuts on the skin beneath. He needs to hold onto something, himself, or else he'll break apart, he just knows it.]